The Golden Suspect

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Enzo Rinaldi wiped the grease from his hands onto a rag that had seen better decades, the friction rough against the skin. He stood in the engine room catwalks of the retraining center, the chains and pulleys of the harbor groaning a low, metallic hymn below. The air smelled of rust and hot oil, a physical fact that pressed against his lungs. He was thirty-two, a line cook who owned the lease...

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